I had to take some time to get used thought before I could write about it. On March 30 it appeared that our beloved Maggie had a stroke. That evening she was unable to use her right side. It was when she needed to go out that we realized something bad had happened. She just could not stand. Roy took a towel and ran it under her like a sling so he could hold her hind legs up for her to potty. He made eye contact with me and said "it's time". She next morning we called my vet, Dr. Gooding, to see when he could put her down. He couldn't see us until 3:00. Needless to say it was a very long day. Roy and I took turns sitting with her and telling her how much we love her all day. Roy's son Michael called to see if he could go with us. We are so grateful for him driving us and getting us home. She didn't go without a fight though. We warned the staff that she would bite and she did. They did have muzzle her briefly to get her ready. Then with the 3 of us beside her Dr Gooding administered the drugs that took away her pain and broke our hearts. We don't think the hole in our hearts will ever heal. We are like empty nesters, the house is quiet and we have no reason to hurry home from our trips out.
Rest in Peace Sweet Maggie!
